Varg experienced a brief, heavy moment of stunned silence; it was as if the air in the hallway had frozen solid. I could almost feel his massive heart skip a beat within that ribcage of his, struggling to process the words he had just heard. But it was only the ominous silence before the storm.
A second later, he began to hammer against the door with such ferocity that it seemed the entire manor—and perhaps the frozen peaks of Alberta themselves—would groan under the force. The blows didn't just rattle the door; they vibrated through the massive walls I was leaning against.
Every strike felt like it could break a bone, yet it only made my spirit grow bolder. He seemed sworn to bring the whole world down upon us, determined to turn that solid wood into splinters to reach the hunger on the other side.
"Everyone should be in their own room, Alpha!" I called out, letting my voice seep through the cracks in the door.
